Saviour

by Andie M. Long

  Mr Cool’s eyes widen.

  ‘You have cockblocked me. In Escape that was fine. I don’t want an inexperienced drunk. But in here I know what I’m doing. I’m finding someone to give me the release I need.’

  He licks his lip and considers me.‘So you want sex with no strings?’

  ‘Yes. So thanks and all but you need to fuck off now.’

  ‘Or fuck you?’

  There’s a pause before I launch myself at him. My arms snake around his neck. Our lips meet. His mouth is soft and warm against mine, yet we’re practically eating each other. He bites my lip and a tingle zips between my legs.

  He breaks off and grabs my hand. ‘Come with me.’

  I smirk, ‘Gladly.’

  He leads me to a back corner of Find. To the curtained off area. He peels it back to reveal a series of small booths. A few are occupied with couples making out.

  ‘You’re not supposed to fuck here, but I never liked obeying rules. What about you?’ Mr Cool whispers in my ear.

  ‘I hate rules. Just one thing.’

  He looks at me, like he’s trying to study me. His gaze is intense.

  ‘Your name. What’s your name?’

  ‘Why do you need to know my name?’

  ‘Well you know mine.’

  He shrugs.

  I move my hand to his dick and rub my hand over the impressive shape beneath his pants. ‘I want to be able to scream it as I come.’

  ‘Better.’ He says. ‘It’s Xavier.’

  ‘Xavier? Yeah right. Well okay, that’ll do. It doesn’t have to be your real name.’

  ‘Says Eden. Anyway that is my real name.’

  ‘Xavier I’m bored with talking now. I need to get back home soon as I have an interview tomorrow.’ I push my lips against his.

  He pulls back. ‘I need to know. What sort of job does an Eden apply for?’

  ‘House PA. Basically a house slave. Cooking and cleaning. Not very suited to my name is it?’

  ‘I’m sure you could do better.’

  I narrow my eyes. ‘Look. Are we going to fuck or what?’

  He pulls me harshly against him. ‘Oh we will fuck all right. I’m going to fuck some of that attitude out of you.’

  I stand staring at him, head tilted. ‘Well I’m waiting.’

  He takes my hand and pulls me along behind him until we reach an empty booth. All that’s inside the booth is a large rectangular table and some chairs. Although the original intention of the club may have been for private parties in these areas, the clubbers had decided on other uses. I can feel the beat of the music through my body, the pulse of the bass between my thighs. I sway, lost in the rhythm of the track until Xavier pulls his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttons it. As he opens the front I gasp.

  ‘Such a beautiful sound. Let's get you making more.’

  He pushes me against the rear wall. His shirt fans around him so my body to mid-thigh is covered should a passer by pull back the curtain. His hot chest is pressed against mine. I can detect the heat of his abdomen through the cut outs of my dress. I wish I was naked. He pulls my skirt up around my waist and his hand heads for my heat.

  ‘No pants?’

  ‘What would be the point? I knew I’d be losing them.’

  I reach and unzip him and fondle his cock. He thickens in my hand. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, taking a moment to put it on.

  The next moment he’s inside me. He pushes and my pussy clamps around him. He takes it slow at first. Then his mouth lands back on mine and all hell breaks loose in my body.

  I’ve never believed in The One, or chemistry, but as his mouth touches mine, it’s like an electric circuit completes in my brain. My mouth magnetises to his. Our tongues collide. My breasts fill and my nipples harden, pushing against the material of my dress. My pussy gets wetter, and a need begins in me. A need like I’ve never experienced before. Like I’m ravenous and he’s the feast. I break off the contact from our mouths and turn my head away. He pauses before his attention moves to my neck. His thrusts deepen and as he speeds towards his climax, I reach my own. I feel his body tense before his release comes. Breathing raggedly, Xavier lifts a hand to my chin and turns my head so he can stare into my eyes. I can’t take it. I push him away from me. His dick slips out. I pull down my dress.

  ‘Thanks.’ I say and then I escape. Dashing out of the club and straight into a cab. My mind replays what just happened. Fuck it was like he was a drug. I need satisfaction not addiction. I don’t know what happened to my body back there but it won’t be happening again with a man called Xavier.

  To get to my interview there’s a forty-six minute bus journey to look forward to. I stick my ear buds in and listen to Paramore to take my mind off things a little. Bloody hell, I’m a bag of nerves. I’m ignoring what Kara said about the job having extras. Bridget’s a nutter. A live-in job helping to keep a house clean and providing meals is fine with me for now, I decide. It’s no more than I’ve done living with Kara, who thinks kitchen worktops are for shagging on. I didn’t know what to wear so I’ve dressed as I would for an office interview. My hair is up in a bun and I have a navy suit on, alongside a white blouse and a pair of patent black pumps.

  The bus driver signals to me, indicating that it’s my stop. I leave the bus and walk in the direction he points me in.

  The house is a large old fashioned looking building. It’s in a corner plot of its own, away from the rest of the estate. I looked the area of Altrincham up on Rightmove and houses like this go for around seven hundred thousand, an obscene amount of money I could never expect to have.

  I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

  After a few seconds the front door opens and I’m looking up into the hazel eyes of the hottest man I think I’ve ever seen. I’d put him at mid-thirties. He stands in the doorway with a towel in his hand, his shaggy brown hair looking dishevelled. He’s wearing a white tee that clings to his body due to dampness and a pair of low slung tracksuit bottoms.

  ‘Hi, you must be Eden?’

  I nod, seemingly incapable of speech.

  He thrusts his hand out and I shake it. Gosh his palms are massive and his skin soft and warm.

  ‘I’m Jack. Sorry, come in and we’ll be with you in a moment. I’ve just got back from a game of squash. Sienna’s finishing up a business call. Come on through.’

  I step into the hallway. The decor is not what I’d expect of a modern couple in their thirties. The staircase is covered in these wooden rectangles. It’s an awful orange colour. My mother always said my face told the whole story of my thoughts and it must be true because Jack raises an eyebrow at me.

  ‘Is decorative moulding not to your taste?’

  ‘Erm.’

  ‘I’m messing with you. It came with the house. We’ve been here a few years now but still haven’t found the time to deal with decorators and get the house sorted. Hopefully that’s a job our House PA can assist with.’

  He opens the door to the lounge and asks me to take a seat on a black leather sofa. It’s very hard and uncomfortable. I think these two need a lesson in soft furnishings. The room is painted magnolia and has laminated floors. You can see they’ve tried to modernise it. I wonder what they do for careers?

  ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, if that’s okay?’

  ‘Yeah fine.’ I shrug, but he’s already gone.

  Jack returns but this time with his wife at his side. She’s willowy and pale skinned. Her burgundy hair is styled in a wavy bob to jaw level. She looks delicate but then her eyes meet mine. They’re an intense green. Her brows pull in and I watch as her lips press together in a slight grimace. I break eye contact and glance around wondering about leaving. Jack had put me at ease, but Sienna has me on edge.

  ‘Well this is quite an informal interview so we’ll take a seat on the other couch if that’s okay with you?’ Jack looks at me for an answer.

  I nod. Words seem to have left me again.

  Jack
begins. ‘We’ll tell you a little about the job first. Sienna would you like to start?’

  Sienna speaks. Her voice is clear and commanding. ‘The position is as a House PA. Weird title we know, but that’s the best we can find to describe it. We need someone essentially to keep the place clean and to shop and cook meals for us. Now this sounds straightforward but we own our own advertising agency which means we can return at stupid times of the day and night. We need our house PA to be flexible.’

  I note a tic in Jack’s cheek at the word flexible.

  ‘As you can see, the house is only partly refurbished. We’d like our PA to project manage modernising the house, involving us every step of the way. Obviously we need a trustworthy individual and references will be followed up carefully.’

  I explain my experience working in the restaurant. Fill them in on my degree in business. Tell them why I want the job. The usual interview stuff. It seems to go flat. I can’t put my finger on it but I don’t seem to be winning them over.

  ‘Well thanks for coming to see us Eden. Any final questions?’

  ‘Yes. When can I expect to find out your decision?’

  Jack looks at his wife. ‘If you can give us a few minutes, we’ll let you know now.’

  I nod and they leave me, informing me there’s a glass of water on the table for me if I want it.

  Five minutes passes and I’ve finished my drink. My mouth is dry with nerves, so I decide to find them to ask directions to the kitchen to get another.

  I pass a closed doorway. The voices coming from it are hard to ignore.

  ‘I like her.’ Jack’s voice travels through the doorway, his words slightly muffled.

  ‘I don’t think she’s right for us,’ says Sienna. ‘Yes she’s fantastic for the PA position, but what about other things? Look at how she’s dressed. She comes across as closed off, aloof. Very professional.’

  I hear Sienna sigh. ‘The whole idea is stupid. Let’s see if she’d like the PA post. She’d be great at project managing the renovations with her business brain and we know she’s okay in the kitchen. We’ll look for someone else to live in with us or carry on as we have been. As if we can gradually drop in to conversation, oh we find you attractive, are you up to sleeping with us?’

  I gasp. So it’s true.

  Rushing back to the lounge, I reckon I’ve got one last shot at this.

  I shrug off my jacket and place it on the back of the sofa. Then I remove my skirt and place it on top of the jacket. I’m wearing hold-up black stockings. You can see the edge of them below my white shirt. My fingers quickly undo the top two buttons of my blouse so that you can see my black lacy bra peeking out. Removing my hair from its bun, I shake it out, knowing from experience that it will fall in waves past my shoulders. Placing myself on the edge of the sofa, I sit up straight and cross my right leg over my left. If I’ve got this wrong, I’ll be leaving this property extremely red faced and half naked.

  The door swings open. ‘So thanks for coming. I’m afraid we can only offer you-’ Jack stops short as he takes in the sight in front of him. He steps out into the hallway, ‘Sienna. Could you come back in for a moment?’

  A few awkward seconds pass where I feel like an exhibit in an Amsterdam window. Then Sienna comes back through with another sigh. ‘Is there a problem?’

  Jack gestures towards me.

  ‘Oh.’

  I peer up at them. ‘Can we start my interview again?’

  Chapter Three

  Eden

  Are you judging me yet? Oh, there’s a reason I want sex and not love. Intimacy is not for me. My past showed me to depend on no-one but myself. Rick is the most serious relationship I’ve had. A perfect man unwilling to commit emotionally. Unfortunately, he decided to share his dick with others, and my share got smaller. I’m not a once a fortnight kind of woman. Right now I have an opportunity to experience a different kind of life. The way I figure it, if it’s not for me, I leave. Though if it's sex on tap with no commitments, I don’t see where the bad side is.

  Jack and Sienna sit back down.

  Sienna speaks first, her tone has an edge. ‘Did you eavesdrop on our conversation?’

  I decide she can have some attitude back. ‘No, I didn’t. I went to get water. If you didn’t want to be overheard, maybe you should have been quieter.’

  She drops her eyes to the floor. ‘I’m sorry you had to hear that. We obviously don’t expect you to provide sexual favours for us Eden. I hope we haven’t offended you. You can get dressed now and we’ll ring you a taxi, on us of course.’

  ‘My friend told me what you were looking for.’

  ‘She did?’ Sienna looks up at me, surprised.

  ‘Obviously I wasn’t sure how to address it in the interview.’

  ‘Quite. I don’t think Jack and I have handled this well at all. It’s the first time we’ve considered having a permanent third person you see. What a mess. We’re very sorry Eden.’

  I smile at her and watch as her own face mirrors mine.

  ‘So how does one interview for the position?’

  Sienna focuses on Jack for an answer.

  ‘Could you give us another five minutes? I promise we’ll be as quick as we can,’ asks Jack.

  ‘Of course.’ I tell them. They leave the room again and I bite my cheek wondering what I’m doing. Have I lost my mind? Jack is absolutely gorgeous. I would do him anytime. If I met him in a club, I’d have already made a move. Sienna? I’m new to all this, really. She’s pretty. But I get embarrassed thinking about exploring that side of myself. I have little experience.

  The door widens and Jack walks back in followed by his wife.

  He coughs before he speaks. ‘So how would you feel about staying for wine and pizza? Then we can get to know each other a little better?’

  ‘I love wine and pizza. Yes please.’

  I drink the wine a little too quickly. I’m nervous and I guess it shows. We chat and they seem a lovely couple. They’ve lived here for six years, moving away from complicated families and toward better business contacts.

  ‘We’ve spent a long time doing the club scene and picking up an extra male or female for the night,’ says Jack.

  ‘Or sometimes both,’ adds Sienna, a twinkle in her eye.

  ‘We don’t want that anymore. We want to try to build a kind of three-way relationship,’

  I flinch.

  Jack notices. ‘Sexually we mean, nothing more serious. Although you’ll change Eden. These kinds of situations do that to a person. Do you have experience of menage?’ he asks.

  My cheeks heat. The conversation is so direct. It’s refreshing but unusual. ‘No. I’ve suggested it to boyfriends in the past, but they were threatened by the thought of an extra male.’

  ‘What about a female?’ adds Sienna.

  ‘I didn’t ask that because I’ve only had limited experience.’ I open up to the couple. Whether it’s the wine loosening my tongue, or their company, I’m unsure. ‘On both occasions I was drunk and left without acknowledging it.’

  Sienna nods her head. ‘That’s understandable. But if you’d not liked it I doubt you’d have repeated it. How about we watch a movie now, to help the mood?’

  Jack and I nod. Sienna moves to put on a DVD from a collection at the side of the chimney breast.

  The DVD is about a female hitchhiker being picked up by a male and taken back to his house where his wife is waiting. It’s rough and steamy and my pants dampen.

  Jack takes my wine glass out of my hand. His eyes regard mine, seeking permission. There’s a fluttering in my stomach but I nod my assent. He places my drink down on the glass coffee table. Angling his body towards mine, his lips capture my own. His mouth is warm, and he tastes of the red wine he’s been drinking. Hints of cinnamon tingle on my tongue as he tangles his with mine. He deepens the kiss and pushes me back against the sofa. Now I know why the sofa is hard, it’s keeping me from collapsing into it. It’s not the only thing that’s hard. Jack’
s erection presses into my thigh as he covers my body with his. His hand strokes through my hair and down my cheek. ‘You’re beautiful Eden. We hope you know that.’

  It’s then I remember Sienna and glance over at her. Her face is guarded as she watches me with her husband.

  Jack turns to her. ‘What would you like to see us do Sienna?’

  Sienna sits back against her sofa cradling her wine and tilts her head. ‘I think you should remove all of her clothing. Let’s see what she’s hiding under there. Then run your tongue over every bit of her. Use the wine.’

  Jack slowly undoes the remaining buttons of my blouse, revealing my black bra in all of its lacy glory. You can glimpse my nipples through the lace, the swollen red buds press against the material begging to be freed.

  ‘Come closer Sienna and see.’ He says.

  Sienna moves gracefully until she is kneeling at the side of the sofa. She slips a cushion under her knees to protect them from the hardwood floor.

  Jack moves me forward and removes my blouse, discarding it. Sienna reaches over and drops both bra straps from my shoulders. My breath is coming faster and my breasts ache for release. Jack licks across the burgeoning flesh above the cups of my bra. He lifts the wine glass and pours a small amount of wine, which runs in a rivulet between my breasts and down towards my belly button. Then he starts from the bottom of the pooling liquid and licks it all off, coming back to my breasts.

  ‘Time to free these from their confinement. I bet they’re more delicious to taste than the wine.’ Jack’s voice is thick with desire.

  I reach behind myself and quickly undo the clasp. As the band loosens, Jack removes my bra, and it’s discarded alongside my blouse.

  My breasts are an ample man handful. I know this as they spill outside of my own hand. I’m forever fondling my own tits. It turns me the hell on. Not as much as the man before me now though. Hell yes I think as he looks at my tits like they are his favourite dessert. He caresses each breast, then captures a nipple in his mouth. Lust courses through me as he flicks my hardened bud, and it talks straight to my pussy. I squirm under his ministrations.